futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the poison ivy is always greener on the other side of the ditch Today, after I went to the gym. I stopped and played on the swing set at St. Nick’s park. I suddenly realised that it was summer, and school was out. This is the first summer with no “summer break” in my whole life. It’s an odd feeling to realise that for now at least I’m done with school. I feel a tinge of nostalgia for the days when my parents would drag me off to this farm in Pennsylvania every summer. I hated it. I dreamed about being all grown up while I was there. Then, I thought, I would stay in the city all summer and have great times with my friends. Well, I’ve done it. I’m all grown up and in the city (and not just Cleveland, a even bigger city! New York!) and it’s summer and-- Seem to have forgotten how to get the “friends” bit to work. Hmmmm. Such is life: the poison ivy is always greener on the other side of the ditch. Well, I’ve done some writing. Here are my newest stories: The dog who would not beg 020605_91.html - 2002-06-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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